We keep on talking for hours and hours, he keeps on telling me about all the parts of the world he has been too and I listen intently. I enjoy it. He talks about the places so vividly that it makes me feel as if I was with him.
Finally, after four hours of talking, his eyes start to close and he starts drooping,
“Hiram, if you are feeling sleepy, you can go back to your room and sleep.”
He shakes his head, “No, no who is feeling sleepy. I am not feeling sleepy”
This stubborn dickhead is never going to admit that he is feeling sleepy.
“Why won’t you admit that you are feeling sleepy?”
He looks at me, “I think Luna that you are the one who is feeling sleepy and you are trying to put it on me”
I smack his arm, “I am not, you are the one feeling drowsy and drooping constantly.”
“I am
